Note I don't have a flawless memory (or my grades would be better) so some Puzzles or Dialogue may be off a little bit. And also! Sometimes I mix up what happened before what else happened. soooo...yeah.
w00t! Better than the last chapter, I think
When the boat docked, Raziel had stopped caring about new surroundings. Kratos came on deck and commenced conversation with the statue…oddly enough. When the statue spoke back, Raziel guessed that made it okay.
"Come." Kratos nodded to the wraith. Razzy couldn't help but think of an order given to a dog. Sopping wet the unlikely pair stepped onto the pier. "Can I say something to you?" Raziel asked. Kratos made a motion with his eyes that was assumed to be a go-ahead. "You realize I'm not wearing pants for a reason right? Or should I say…lack…of a reason." There was a pause, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as it could have been. "Yes…and?"
"Could you try to be a little more discreet about your encounters in the future?" Raziel asked, searching for proper words. "What do you mean by that?" Kratos snapped as they continued up a scaffold.
"Let me count for you than. 1: There was only one chamber on that boat to begin with. 2: It was occupied by two naked women and 3: It was raining, and thundering and I had my claws in my ears but it didn't block out the noise, you see."
"Oh. Fine." Was all Kratos said, void of any emotion. Raziel shrugged; at least he didn't get broken over the Spartan's knee. Two Athenian guards came zipping toward them and were violently stopped by two huge Minotaurs, wielding weapons much like giant meat tenderizers.
"You really weren't kidding about the hordes of man-eating beasts, were you?" Raziel remarked as the Minotaurs head toward Kratos. He figured he'd better kill something and pull his weight or he may end up stranded. As Kratos grabbed the first Minotaur by the horns, Raziel leapt on the back of the second.
It was none to pleased by this and flailed its grotesque arms about for a bit. It regained itself enough to grab its weapon and struck at the wraith. Muscle was sloughed off Raziel's arm and he issued an inaudible curse. But the Minotaur struck again and Razz slipped off its back in time to hear its skull cave in under the force of its own blow.
Striking blindly at your own head with a large hammer will inevitably not turn out how you wanted. "I was going to do that, but whatever suits your fancy." Raziel said as he kicked its corpse curiously. The scaffold rattled as Kratos knocked his Minotaur on its back.
'There is no way he can kill it like that.' Raziel thought amazedly. Kratos was literally wrestling with the thing, forcing the point of his unique blades slowly, but surely enough, into its mouth. Kratos swiftly knocked the Minotaurs arms away and stabbed it in the back of the throat. The last of its kicks died away as the thing drowned in its blood.
Kratos casually strolled onward. Raziel warily followed him. He was disturbed by the thought of having to fight things worse than that and in much larger numbers. …But then again, if they were all that incredibly dim witted, it might be a little bit easier. Raziel knew from experience that easy was not the direction in which things tend to progress.
They had been weaving in and out of brightly lit hallways and the wet, gray outside. In this hallway, however they came upon (and almost fell in) a large room. It contained stacks of boxes. Kratos looked them thoughtfully as Raziel shuddered in painful and hateful recollection.
Soon Kratos was standing on the highest stack he could reach and angrily eyeing a stack that he could not. "There isn't even another door asides the one we came through." He noted in a huff. "Perhaps there is." Raziel said, sitting cross-legged at the entrance. "They like to hide them." This comment was followed by a long silence. Kratos was standing on a protruding ledge of the stone wall, still glaring at the highest stack of boxes.
That was when Raziel sighed and said. "Hey, Kratos. Look at the ground." "Yes, boxes." The Spartan spat. "One of these things is not like the other." Raziel said, motioning back at the chamber's floor. "So some are crates." Kratos said.
"Can you break these large useless obsidian cubes?" A slight pause and the SoulReaver continued. "Can you smash wooden boxes, Spartan?"
So Kratos broke all the crates, lowering the level of the stacks. A door was revealed and the path to its access was clear. Kratos gave Raziel a hostile look. "That's what you hired me for, isn't it?" Raziel said defensively. Kratos merely grunted and walked on.
Shortly thereafter, there was another room. Although the door was visible, when Kratos stepped upon its hearth the likeness of a woman's face appeared in it. Kratos conversed with her, but Raziel was not paying attention to them really. He didn't care that much, and said attention was drawn by something moving among the crates that were in this room as well.
As the face disappeared from the door something else appeared. What was barely considered a woman slithered out from a dark corner and wrapped her snake of a lower body about the crates. She uttered burst of gurgled hissing assumed to be laughter as the miniature serpents cresting her skull danced voraciously.
"What the hell is that?" Raziel asked. "Weren't you listening?" Kratos asked sharply, as he turned on Raziel. "Ah…I caught something about…something." He said. Kratos huffed and shoved Raziel into the wall as he turned to confront the snake-woman. Raziel glared after him a bit before the door tried to bite him.
The space between the doorframe materialized into something and actually tried to bite him. Raziel assumed this to be Ancient Greece's version of the barriers in Nosgoth that appeared with Shades, Wraiths and Hylden. These had only dissipated when all threats were destroyed.
Suddenly Kratos grabbed Raziel out of his thoughts. The Ghost of Sparta shoved the wraith between him and the piercing gaze of Medusa. "Excuse you!" Raziel exclaimed. Kratos worked around him and the snake-woman's gaze upon his blue comrade became heavier and heavier. "Knock it off." Raziel hissed to Kratos as he realized this serpentine glare can NOT do anything good in large quantities. However, before any further realization, the SoulReaver found himself to be encased in stone.
Raziel saw the snake-woman prepare to strike at him. Then, with limited range of view, Kratos literally tackled her. He couldn't see what happened after that, just a blank stretch of wall. The noises heard, however, left Raziel to imagine what was going on, which was not a good thing. Eventually Kratos stepped into his field of vision with the head of Medusa still dripping in his clutch.
"I may have hired you for a bit of this too." He said, smirking slightly. Raziel summoned the Wraith Reaver imbued with elemental wind, thusly shattering the stone around him. "I can't say it's hard to believe you used me as a shield." He said. "What do you mean 'you can't say'?" Kratos asked, but he was fixated on the Reaver. "Well, I did watch you attack a soldier with another soldier's disembodied arm…" Raziel pointed out, dismissing the Reaver, as it was clearly distracting.
Despite having been staring at it, Kratos asked nothing about it. Then Raziel remembered the portion of the flyer that had said, "Don't ask too many questions, and Kratos won't ask too many questions."
"So do you know what we are supposed to be doing here?" Raziel asked. "Speaking to the Oracle of Athens." Kratos replied curtly as the Gates of Athens came into view. The city beyond was being destroyed. Buildings were collapsing, fires were raging, people were screaming. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Thanks for reading it! The next chapter, we kill some trolls Raziel laughs at Kratos' outcast-edness, and the two deal with the constant bitching of the Oracle as she is hanging from a rope. I've thought that out, it should be rather funny. Again thanks all 3 of you